Tag Archives: Rod Ash

Tactility of Loss – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Tactility of Loss – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Tactility of Loss – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Constellation (not being there) – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Constellation – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Constellation – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Time Traveler (for Rod)

Cobbled busy streets
Never felt so lonely and brave
So far away from any lover
Even further from your grave

Remember you on blue highways
See you in crowded bars
Feel you at desert campfires
Where we sing you name to stars

Steady on Time Traveler
We’ll see you in a decade past
Same way we saw you in a silent film
Organ playing far too fast

See you in Paris in the twenties
Drinks with Zelda and Fitz
Or in the Cavern in sixty-two
Lounging with Pete Best

Hot water sizzles in kettles
With black and white electricity
We’ll keep an eye on your kin
As though pleasant and obligatory

We’ll bore them with the stories
Of us – young, invincible and fine
Occasionally beautiful and convinced
We’d live to at least hundred and nine

Driving with your laughs
Talking with your hands
Swerving up forgotten backroads
To a reunion with unknown friends

Everyone’s champion

Tactility of Loss

Tactility of loss
A Pantheon of pals
Ash goes to ground
Ride on endless highways
From Timpanogos
To Olympus

Underway in the Aegean
Thoughts of Odysseus
And his compatriots
Most fond and trusted

Feeling so so alone
Along on a ship of celebrant retirees
And a smattering of newlyweds
Their future i’ll never know

A teleporter does me no good
Body buried and tears all shed
While In Aqaba pretending
To be Lawrence or Wilfred

I sit with futile cigars
And a bitter drink
And wonder
Why not me?
I can count six distinct times
In a four year stretch
Where i’ve fallen with no idea
Where i’d ever be buried
Buried and rotted without a sound

Oh Rod Howard, how grateful!
I was a man without a tribe
When i found you at the center
Of everything curious
Making bonfire look like a
Mere lighter flame

Everybody’s favorite
Never an unkind word
From or about you
Making magic
Never on time
But always worth the wait

Odysseus sailed here
According to Homer
Whose existence is debated
Escaping villains in caves
Out to scheme his way to
Kindly strangers
With flagons, actual skins,
Of undiluted wine

Your children, your joy
You had no need to run away like me
All your quests took you home
To parents who understood
Your heart, head and desire
To live
Full on

The chatter around me deafening
Who do i commiserate with when
No one knows your lofty heights
Your speed, your softness
You heard me hurt and came without hesitation
Late, but just on time

Rocky coastlines await me
In the coming hours
No helipad exit could
Provide ointment

I will arrive to sit
Perhaps a picnic
At your stone
Perhaps i’ll learn the origins
Of your middle name
Maybe you’ll join me
We’ll play X cassettes on a box covered in stickers
Tom Waits warbles and we’ll make a Jim Jarmusch film
To chronicle your days
From Sunset rock in Los Angeles
To sunset trips in desert canyons
Which still echo with your laugh

I wear a Greek fisherman’s cap
And blue woven shirt
Made as coarse as burlap
For shepherds and taxi drivers

Tear it off and scream
Why you? Why now? Why this?
But no answer impending
And frankly i’d be booted from the cafe

Not a hedonist glutton madman you
Taking corners fast because
You knew the limits of your tyres
Fine tuned for performance and attributes
No one else can define
Except those of us you wrested and cajoled
Invited next to you

These rocky headlands
Come into view
As the ship horn bellows a lament
Now as low as my sinking Mediterranean heart
The blue sea unworthy of my unholy
Reflections of me a mortal
Always running towards something you found
Right at home

I snap a photo of a saddest angler
Who never held a Rod
As sleek and strong as you
Held together glue, sounds
Cracking against the bluest sunset

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Rod Ash 1969-2017
Big brother to us all

Preserving the Wildflower – Postcard #69

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What becomes of the seemingly ephemeral creations we leave behind? Especially in the analog-days?

Consider these in the context of missing cassette tapes made by a now departed poet/activist/scholar Foster and guitar-ing Mikael, who recorded spontaneous youthful riffs in parent’s basement in Utah. In this postcard, Mikael  Lewis sings “Wildflower (for Foster)” written by Dave in a clinic in Nepal, then adds some more verses, spiels and a poem called “Occasionally Free” – with lightning, rainstorm and crickets chiming along.

Catch lightning with Preserving the Wildflower – Postcard #69
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Lonely Cold Water Flat – Postcard #66

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Life in hotels, wandering alone and often blue and then the death of friends all converge in a series of poems including a song by Mikael Lewis about waiting for love in a Victorian hotel. Then, from the streets of Rome with a cappuccino comes a series about departed Rod H. Ash, including “Time Traveller” plus poetic riffs name-checking Charles Bukowski, Audrey Hepburn, Pete Best, the Fitzgeralds, Vatican’s Swiss guard and the post office by the Sistine Chapel and desert campfires.

Walk upstairs for: Lonely Cold Water Flat – Postcard #66
(13:39, 30MB, .mp3, stereo)

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Rome, Lonely – Items: Forgotten in Drawers (vol. 3)

Rome, Lonely – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Rome, Lonely – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

“Creepers and Chums” memorial party ~ an Uncle Weed variety shindig

Creeper & Chums - memorial party announcement (mixed-media, Dave Olson)
Creeper & Chums – memorial party announcement (mixed-media, Dave Olson)

++ CREEPERS AND CHUMS ++

An Uncle Weed Variety Shindig ~~ Music, Poetry, Dance , Art

Details: Sat. May 27th 2017
Bring: Potluck, chair and good vibes
Dedication: Lauralee Elliott and Rod H. Ash

Featuring:

* Mikael Lewis and International Correspondents
* TWILLO
* Larry “Auto” Harper
* Anna Banarama’s Bellydance Revue
++ various Global Free Radicals (via video)

Creeper & Chums - memorial party commemorative posters (mixed-media, Marty Kendall)
Creeper & Chums – memorial party commemorative posters (mixed-media, Marty Kendall)
Invite? Leave a comment. Will also be live streamed for folks elsewhere

Rod H. Ash – Just rec’d news that…

As life goes… coming online brought devastating news. My dear comrade Rod Howard Ash passed away in his sleep in Provo, Utah. Memorial and burial already behind and his gaggle of admirers are bound for Diamond Fork hot pots to magnify his memory.

On the Diamond Fork trail with Rod and Oly - Sept. 2016
On the Diamond Fork trail with Rod and Oly – Sept. 2016

This sacred place is the last place i saw this wonderful man –,i was in rough shape and he whisked me, Marty, his son and nephew up to our “church”, yabbering & driving like Neal Cassady – effervscent with lifeforce & boundless energy & optimism. Of course his hair added another 6 inches to the 4 his creepers gave him. A natural diplomat, super conductor & connector with style & smile for days.

Im not sure why him and not me.

Will love him forever and will be in Utah during Memorial Day weekend for Mom’s body donor ceremony and will pay a proper tribute with tears & poems.

Thank you for showing me what boundless love looks like Mr. Ash. You are ours forever.

(Rod snapped this photo of me along the trail to the springs where we savoured so many happy times)

Note to self: add the other snaps from Rod’s camera that Diamond Fork day